"It's awfully nice of you, you know."
"Oh, no, it isn't. And I'm just making it worse—"
"No, you're not, you—you've made it a lot better."
"Have I?" She smiled radiantly. "Oh, I'm so glad!"
"And you know," in an extremely casual tone, "it serves me right for going in for it! And I was an awful fool, of course."
"You weren't. Denis was only saved by being an Irishman. I'll tell you a secret—he wouldn't mind...."
"Well, he is a clever chap!"
"And now do have something to eat. I expect," shrewdly, "you didn't have much dinner."
"But I'm so comfortable here," he pleaded.
"You are to go and get something," she commanded. "I'll keep your place for you."